New York City (Eleven Hopper x fem!Reader)
“Woah,” was all your pretty brunette girlfriend could manage to say.
You nodded, eyes completely focused on her, rather than the bustling city surrounding you.
It was El’s first time in the city, well…second, if you counted her little escapade to Chicago when she was still tucked away from the world.
This time she was experiencing New York City, and the two of you had just exited the subway.
“It’s so…big,” She marveled, eyes shining with interest.
“Isn’t it?!” You laughed, making sure to keep a tight grip on her hand. She was more than capable of many things, but knowing her childhood, it was better safe than sorry. You didn’t want to send her any panic attacks from getting lost in the big apple.
El’s lips broke into a toothy grin, and you were yet reminded of how despite her limited socialization and exposure to diversity, she really did love the big cities, full of all sorts of people.
“Where can we go first?” She asked, practically breathless from the scenery.
“Let’s just walk around,” you suggested. “Take in the city a bit,” you raised an eyebrow, questioning if she wanted to do that as well.
She smiled, nodding and intertwined her fingers in yours.
The two of you walked down the block in Manhattan, both staring in wonder at the skyscrapers reaching up towards the clouds.
It was the perfect day, sunny, with blue sky, and fluffy cumulus clouds. You couldn’t wait to walk around Central Park with her.
You were so consumed in your thoughts that it caught you off guard when El suddenly stopped walking.
“You okay?” You asked, concerned.
“Yeah…” she said slowly, and took a few steps toward a nearby display case.
You smirked, suddenly getting it and wondering why you hadn’t thought about how enthralled she would be with the giant glass windows full of commercial-ness.
She touched a finger carefully to the clear pane, peering curiously at the mannequins inside. They were wearing stunning outfits.
“Pretty,” El breathed, and you admired her cute expression.
“Yeah. You would be really pretty in one of them,” you mused.
“I would?” Her eyes lit up.
You nodded, “For sure.”
“Can we…go inside?” She tapped the glass, obviously wanting to get closer to the exquisite fabric.
“Well,” you explained, “We couldn’t go in there. That’s just for show. But we can go into the store. And, hey, maybe you could try one of the outfits on? I bet you would look so cute in that one…” you pointed at the light blue denim overalls that were layered over a red, orange and navy paisley sweater. The mustard colored beret finished out the look.
She turned to you, beaming, “Okay!”
You relinked your hands with hers and pulled her around the block, towards the entrance of the storefront. You were met with a revolving door, and she gave you a curious look, signaling that she was not familiar with the type of entrance.
“Alright,” you gathered your thoughts. “This…is a revolving door.”